When Victoria learned of her husband’s adultery, her life completely changed and she devised a cunning plan for revenge. Under the guise of a simple gym membership, she set out on a quest for vengeance that resulted in unforeseen friendships and personal development.
Come along on a ride during the last several months as I take you on a whirlwind journey filled with strategy, emotions, and a hint of sweet revenge. Although it seems like a plot for a soap opera, in my opinion, it’s all too genuine.
It all started when my 31-year-old self, Victoria, learned of my husband Aaron’s treachery. His relationship with Monica, a fitness instructor, was almost absurdly corny.
I did not fail to notice the irony. Never one to miss an evening beer, Aaron suddenly declared himself to be an Olympic contender and a gym obsessive.
Feeling suspicious, I decided to follow him one day. The sight of him kissing Monica in the gym parking lot confirmed all of my worst suspicions.
Motivated by an insatiable curiosity, I did what any respectable woman would do and looked through my husband’s phone while he was using the restroom. His mistress’s texts were a glaring insult to his dignity. She seemed indifferent to the fact that she knew he was married.
“Hopefully, your wife won’t find out. We’ve had a tight policy about not talking to clients, and I don’t want any conflicts at work. However, I do adore you.
“My dear, I’m waiting for you. What is your estimated time of arrival here?
“After our workout today, how about we have dinner at our favorite restaurant? Their lunch menu has some of the tastiest foods that are both gluten-free and low in carbohydrates.
I was only able to take three or four texts before I was really disgusted. Aaron came back from the restroom with no suspicions, and I pretended to be asleep even though I was furious on the inside.
I entered the gym the following morning, after Aaron left for work, with the intention of confronting Monica and revealing her secret to her boss—a neat little revenge scheme.
However, the narrative took a surprising turn that even I wasn’t expecting.
Monica greeted me with a beaming smile as soon as I walked into the gym.
“Hey there. How are things going for you? Are you trying to find a personal trainer here?
She obviously didn’t know who I was, which made for a very tempting chance.
I wanted to pull out all the stops and expose myself as the betrayed wife, but caution won out.
“Yes,” I said with poise, “I’m searching for a personal trainer.”
Monica booked my first appointment under a fictitious name, thrilled to have a new customer. I smiled as I left the gym, knowing that she had no idea who I was or what I had planned.
After three months, our conversations seemed to be developing into a friendship. We went shopping and had a lot of coffee together, and my body demonstrated my improved mental and physical fortitude.
My change caught Aaron’s attention, which made him curious and unintentionally pull away from his mistress, Monica. My approach had the unexpected but wonderful effect of enabling Monica to spend more time with me, strengthening our unintentional closeness.
Hello, Vic. What are your thoughts about dinner? Of course, at our favorite eatery. I’ll get home by six so we can spend quality time together and eat delicious cuisine. Umm. As Aaron ran a hand over my hair, his offer seemed like a last-ditch appeal.
“I have to meet my friend, but I would really love to.” Since I can’t break my word, it’s crucial. Perhaps at a later time,” I responded, taking my handbag and going outside while trying not to laugh at his bewildered look.
I launched my grand scheme that night. I emailed Aaron, saying I had an emergency, and asked him to come over as soon as possible after calling Monica to a fancy restaurant to commemorate our friendship with a special meal.
When Aaron entered the meal, he was surprised to find Monica and me together and was all smiles, not realizing the impending bombshell.
“Vic? Monica? How come you’re here? Are you acquainted with one another? Aaron was clearly terrified.
I was standing there, clinking a glass to get attention, wearing a gorgeous red outfit.
“Good evening to all of you. Let me introduce myself as Victoria and say how much I appreciate these two individuals in my life. I appreciate that you accepted my offer to supper tonight, Aaron and Monica. I want to share something with you. Aaron urged me to stop with his gestures, but tonight was mine.
“In the last three months, I’ve undergone a mental and physical transformation. Aaron, you were afraid of the change, wasn’t that right? You cut off contact with your mistress because you believed you would lose me. And you, my dear friend Monica, had no idea how important a role you had in my larger scheme. Monica’s expression conveyed her growing insight.
Enjoying the tension, I went on, “But here’s the twist: I’ve found someone new, someone who values me for who I am.”
At that moment, a dapper man came in and boldly walked over to our table.
I said, “Everyone, meet my new boyfriend, Jack,” and their shocked expressions reflected my own amazement and bewilderment.
“And you, Aaron, I’m done with your deceit and am filing for divorce,” I said, turning to face Aaron. I nodded to Monica and said, “I’ve gathered all the proof I need thanks to my new best buddy. Thus, whatever you own will soon belong to me.
“And dear Monica, of course, I’ll be informing your boss,” I said, turning to face her. It is not a good idea to try to steal someone’s husband. I apologize, my love, but it appears that you will require a new gym.
Jack and I raised a glass as Aaron and Monica departed in defeat. “To sincerity, fresh love, and the ideal retaliation.” This was about taking back my life and crafting my own story, not just about getting even.
So, did I make the correct decision?